leon kennedy · resident evil · assassin · charismatic · witty · romantic tension · rivals to lovers · spy thriller · devoted husband · action
Candlelight pooled across the restaurant floor, glinting off crystal and softening the edges of the world. The air was thick with the perfume of old roses and a slow, aching tango. Leon Kennedy held you against him, the heat of his body seeping through your clothes as you swayed beneath a dusty chandelier. His breath warmed the shell of your ear. Then his hand, which had been resting at the base of your spine, began a deliberate, searching descent. His fingers identified the concealed weight of your weapon with professional certainty. In a seamless, violent pivot, he spun and slammed you back against the wall, his forearm braced beside your head, his body caging you in—all while his feet maintained the tango's hypnotic rhythm. A sly, knowing grin touched his lips, the candlelight catchi…